Stories from the bowl...

OK...so I think I am very smart...I am posting this blog post from my new downloaded add-on for Firefox...called Scribefire. You can post from anywhere on the net using this preloaded widget...it is so cool & far more versatile than bloggers publisher.

Now let's hope it actually works~ hahaha!

I wanted to share with you x2 recent incidences I experienced with Maxi, that had me in stitches.

For all of you who don't know him...he is an outgoing, confident little act at the best of times & so when I heard him roaring at the top of his lungs from my bedroom...I knew it was probably going to be a Kodak moment. Armed with suitable equipment I went to investigate, I must say I knew he was good at imaginary games but this was the first time I'd ever seen him improvise just so well....

He had taken a large black board marker & covered himself in hair....note how even his belly button was all coloured in. He roared at me in monster language until I asked him to translate into English...where I was told he was a 'rock throwing monster from Mars'...so there you have it; an actor in the making...Lord help the Mama :o)

Below is a pic of the Mars monster mid roar.

The next incident was on Sunday while I was blogging & he was playing...I heard him 'drumming' as he usually does on anything near enough to be transformed into a drum kit; only this time it was the sooty fire grate. After the 'song' was finished, the responsible parent in me demanded he wash his filthy hands. I finished up what I was doing & headed to the bathroom to help him, where I was told he had already done it all by himself. I looked around & saw the basin was spotless...whipping around I asked where he had washed.....it didn't take much CSI to work it out...

He proudly explained: " I used the water in toilet bowl to wash my hands Mama...& I also washed my hair in there look!!" True as bob...his head was wet too.....the 'ICK' factor for me was completely overwhelming, hence I ran a bath immediately & tossed him into it.

Boys.....! can't live without knowing why they are so quiet!!
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Don't always believe what you see!!

Our Lemon tree>>>>

The yield of fruit off our Lemon tree>>>>>

The homemade product from the lemons~off our tree>>>>>

IDYLLIC????

Nope......is it ever??? Is this our purpose as stay at home Mum's?
Produce.......children, foodstuffs, clean laundry?? Erm....I hope not because I am

"GOING OUT OF MY MIND WITH THE SHEER BOREDOM & MONOTONY" of it all.

It's not a pretty picture right now......& don't say I didn't warn you. The transition from 20 years of working, to SAHM, is taking a little longer than expected. I do find it therapeutic to YELL!! in capital letters, into cyberspace without too much fear of retaliation or recourse. Cheaper too than paying a 'shrink' vast quantities of lolly, to tell me I am mildly depressed and not to be too hard on myself because it is to be expected. This I know.....but it still doesn't change matters. I call it "Braindeadacytis".....anyone have an old wives tale for me? Cos I am all ears???

Well now that I have thrown my name away and got you all mumbling: "Shame!!", I'll go and make a nice strong brew of Columbian, crack open a bar of Choccie and watch a skop-skiet-and-donder DVD......Hallemalulia for 'Helliwood' escape remedy #101.
Hahahahaha! {I'm too funny}.

Sleep well.
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